Memory lane

"Kendra's   Flashback..."

I was six years old.

I was at my Grandma's house.

My dear Grandma was the only one who understood me.

 I mean it.

  I  could tell her anything, and she would listen.

  I  knew she cared because she never criticized me.

  I was a silly child with dreams, but she always encouraged me.

I felt like we were kindred spirits.

 I was so close to her.

 I recalled how one day, when I was a teenager,  I was grief-stricken.

It was the day I discovered Grandma was no longer with us.

   I had taken her something, but she did not move a muscle.

  I called out to her and tapped her on the shoulder. Still, she did not move or say a word.

   I knew then I was all alone in the world.

  I have been alone ever since.

"End of Flashback..."

    I woke up with a sadness I had not felt in years.

Why did I have to remember so much about my past?

  I sat up in the stillness of the night.

  I was not sure what to do with my life.

For once, I was at a loss for words.

  I sobbed. I was alone.

  Alone, as I had been for years.

   I felt sorry for myself as I lay in some random junk pile.

   I  was a trespasser, and I did not care.

   I was a girl who had nothing.

I rolled over and went back to sleep behind some rock.

This was my life now.

I better make the most of it.

I sighed when I woke up again around seven in the morning.

 What was I to do for breakfast?

  I had no car.

 I felt like I was a teen again since I only had my small stash of stuff and bicycle.

  I  almost was homeless so I slept outside like a wild boar or something.

I  had no way to get food.  I was penniless.

How had I gotten this way?

 What happened to me?

  I felt like I was living a nightmare.

   I  recalled seeing a body inside the house where the dog and the rude man lived.

I did not know how to tell the police.

My phone service had been cut off years ago since I refused to pay the bill.

My cell phone was paid off, but how would I charge it out here?

  I was a girl who was down in the dumps.

Both literally and figuratively.

Yes, some life I had.

The story continues in Chapter 8

til then,

bye-bye, little owlets!

Summer out!